This weekend is a big weekend for me. I’ll be having a book signing for “The Goodie Bag; The Erotic Fiction Collection” at the First Fridays After Work Affair on Friday, March 4, 2011at Ambiance Lounge, 211 W Congress, Downton Detroit, from 5:30 pm to 9:30 pm. I’ll also be presenting my business to the public at the I’m Every Woman Expo on Saturday, March 5, 2011at the Silver Garden Event Center, 24350 Southfield Road, Southfield, MI from 10 am to 3 pm. Needless to say, I’m a little nervous. I’ve been getting ready; from hair to clothes, to making sure I have my brochures, books, and information together. Of course Murphy’s Law is coming into play. Anything that can go wrong, will. But I’m working through it. These last few weeks have been full of “tests” and I’m determined to pass them all.
Super Son was recently accepted to attend Clark Atlanta University in the Fall. He’s been blessed tremendously since he didn’t work the plan I set out for him. He still has three other colleges we hope to hear from before he makes a final decision – which is based solely on who is offering the most scholarships to him for his attendance. However, he hasn’t been as proactive as I would have liked for him to be when it comes to getting ready for college. It’s been stressful on me because I trusted him to get ready for this transition in his life. I thought he’d be looking forward to it. I might have been wrong. But his options are few. He won’t have the opportunities that I had because my path is my own, and his is his own. At the same time, I do expect great things from him, because he is Super Son. And to whom much is given, much is required. I expect him to do his due diligence and prepare himself for his future. He can’t expect Super Mom to always be there to instruct him or remind him of his responsibilities. After all, to be fair, I have additional responsibilities that I will have to maintain long after he has left for college.
So last night, I spent quite a bit of time explaining to Super Son why he should’ve gotten ready last summer, like I told him to. I also showed him how he has inflated the stress in his life by not being proactive and doing what was asked of him several months ago. As I was doing this, I was going over his acceptance package and his financial aid with him. I don’t know how much the Fed will expect me to contribute towards his education yet, but I do know that I will need to sale a whole lot of books to pay my share of the $18K per year college tuition at Clark Atlanta University… or any other school that may accept him between now and May.
The plan was changed. Now we have to adapt to a new plan. We have to get ready…again.
It could be a lot worse. Super Son has never been a problem child, he’s never spent a minute in handcuffs or used drugs. He isn’t chasing girls more than he’s doing homework and his teachers don’t seem to have a problem with him. I think he’s realizing how important it is for him to get ready ahead of time, instead of waiting until the last minute, hoping that by osmosis things will go his way. I think he got a reality check.
While I was preaching to him, I still had my own “to do list” to complete for this weekend. This weekend isn’t all I have to get ready for. I have another expo in Chicago at the end of March, and another expo in April in Metro Detroit. I have to get my finances together because I need my marketing materials ordered and reordered, my hotel room reserved, additional books printed, hair appointments made, clothes selected and I have to inform as many people as possible of my upcoming appearances.
How do I manage it all? It’s not easy. But I was built for this. So, I chant Nam-myoho-renge-kyo, while I put the work in.
For to whom much is given, much is required.
It’s time to get ready.